What Lydia Wants (She Gets) Chapter 1, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: What Lydia Wants (She Gets) – Stiles Summer Stories 2024

Tags: m/m/f, polyamory, Jackson Doesn't Leave, Spark Stiles, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, m/f

Main Pairing: Jackson/Lydia/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Danny Mahealani, Scott McCall, Allison Argent

Writer's Month Prompts: ache + ship

Summary: Jackson and Lydia pay for a cruise trip for the entire pack during their first Spring Break as a pack. Lydia has also decided that Stiles should be her and Jackson's boyfriend. Naturally, she gets what she wants.

What Lydia Wants (She Gets)

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

"I have decided that Stiles should be ours."

Jackson heaved a long-suffering, deep and very much defeated sigh as he lowered his phone to look at his mate. He'd been laying on their bed, scrolling through his feed while waiting for her to be done in the bathroom so they could meet the pack for dinner. Now, she was standing in the doorway, picture perfect and beautiful, with her hands on her hips and determination on her face.

"Did you trap me on a fucking ship so you could force Stilinski on me?"

An elegant eyebrow was raised at her. "No, the cruise has nothing to do with Stiles. Well, I did want to see him out of those loose shirts and hoodies, so maybe it had some to do with Stiles."

Another long-suffering sigh and this time, Jackson pocketed his phone, knowing he wasn't getting out of this conversation. And here he thought he would get to enjoy this cruise trip that Lydia had planned and that Lydia and Jackson were footing the bill for. The whole pack, spending Spring Break together – their first Spring Break as one pack.

After Scott and Stiles had joined the Hale Pack to take down the kanima, after Lydia managed to break the curse and her and Jackson joined the pack together, after they finally put Danny in the know – because Jackson had seen how much it had fucked up Allison and Lydia to not know the truth and as both Jackson and Lydia's best friend, Danny would be too close on the fringe, he wold just end up in danger, so telling him was the best option. The Hale Pack was strong now and it was good. It was kind of a mess, with a lot of in-fighting and insults and threats hurtled at each other (Allison and Erica, Jackson and Scott, Derek and Stiles), but when push came to shove, they always stuck up for each other, got each other's backs.

That was the thing Jackson had missed all his life. This sense of… belonging. Lydia had always been the only one who made him feel like he truly belonged, which in the end had been why he'd fallen victim to becoming the kanima. But she'd broken the curse and he got a second chance, both with her and at being a werewolf, and now, finally, he got to belong.

"Listen, you know I'm not opposed to adding another guy to our relationship," Jackson offered tentatively after a moment. "But why Stilinski?"

"Because," Lydia raised her chin a little and started counting on her fingers. "He was there for me when you were being an absolute asshole to me. He always watched out for me, he's the one who called you to get me to the hospital, after all. He's cute. He's clever. And he's technically kind of still my boyfriend since I never officially broke up with him when you and I got back together."

Jackson did tense at the first two points, because they were right. He squirmed at the third. Glared at the fourth. And outright snorted at the fifth, shaking his head.

"That's not how that works, Lydia," Jackson got off the bed. "You can't just keep him on the back-burner and declare him 'still your boyfriend' without him knowing."

She wrinkled her nose cutely and glared at him. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you weren't absolutely tempted to fuck him when he was running around screaming his head off about losing his virginity, Jackson. Go on. Tell me."

He ground his teeth together and growled, backing her against the wall. She smirked knowingly and the scent of her arousal hit him hard. Damn it. The two of them, they'd always been twisted and toxic, but it worked because they both were. There was now just another layer to it, with the werewolf strength. She'd always liked it rough, he always liked manhandling her.

"We're late for dinner," Jackson growled, stalking past her.

So what if Stilinski running around the locker room wanting to lose his virginity had made Jackson imagine bending the other boy over the bench and fucking him right there, in front of the entire damn team, let them all see how needy Stiles was and how good Jackson could fill him. That was sexual attraction, sexual attraction was different than adding someone to their relationship. Hate fucking wasn't love making, even if the lines blurred for Lydia and Jackson.

/break\

Lydia Martin was a patient woman, who knew she eventually got what she wanted. Every time. This was no exception. Stiles had been sweet and kind and thoughtful and there for her, when she felt like she was losing her mind, when she had lost Jackson. And though it felt right to be back with Jackson, that kiss of theirs that broke the kanima curse had been inevitable, she did mourn losing Stiles. She didn't want to have to give up Stiles to have Jackson. She should get to keep both.

Tugging Jackson along, the two of them headed to Danny and Stiles' room early the next morning. They'd boarded the cruise ship yesterday, splitting up in sets of two for the rooming – the couples of course pairing up with each other, Jackson and Lydia, Boyd and Erica, Scott and Allison, which left their singles to agree on a rooming arrangement too and in the end, Isaac agreed to room with their Alpha because they feared there might be ripped out throats if Derek was left unsupervised with Stiles for longer periods of time, which left Danny with Stiles.

"Morning," Danny grinned as he opened the door after she knocked. "Come in."

First real day on board of the ship naturally needed to be planned out. She wanted to get Allison's opinion too, but she knew better than to knock on her door this early in the morning, there were things about Scott and Allison that she did not need to see.

"What the hell, Danny," Stiles squeaked. "You can't just-"

Lydia tilted her head as he bent down to pull up his boxers, naked ass facing Lydia and Jackson. Next to her, Jackson gave a low growl that earned him a knowing and teasing smirk from Danny. She grinned broadly and linked pinkies with him, because Danny was the best.

"If you take forever to get changed, that's a you problem, Stiles," Danny commented.

Stiles glared heatedly, cheeks dark-red as he turned to his closet to grab more clothes, while Jackson and Lydia sat down on Danny's bed. Lydia got out the brochures she'd collected so they could choose which of the many offers to explore first. Once Stiles was clothed, he walked between the beds to get to his nightstand for something, but before he could, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him down onto the bed with them, causing him to land half in Jackson's lap. The two boys adjusted but there wasn't all that much space on the bed with the four of them, so Stiles still ended up sandwiched between Lydia and Jackson. She liked him that way.

"Give input," Lydia ordered. "What do you think we should check out first?"

Danny gave her a very intense and very pointed look. She just looked up at him with her sharpest smile. There was no hiding from her best friend. He snorted and shook his head.

/break\

Scott and Allison were even more unbearable on a cruise than they were at school, because seeing each other in swim wear nearly all day was driving these horn dogs up the wall. Jackson physically had to fight the urge to gag. He was playing cards with Scott, Allison and Stiles, while Lydia and Danny were catching a tan next to them. Derek, Boyd, Erica and Isaac were playing water-ball in the pool they were sitting at. It was… nice. Really nice. Aside from the Scott and Allison PDA.

"Sti—iles," Lydia chimed. "You need to use protection, honey."

Stiles blushed furiously and the next moment, Lydia was kneeling behind him on Jackson's desk chair (because of course did Scott and Allison have to sit next to each other, so for the sake of playing, Stiles had taken a seat next to Jackson on Jackson's desk chair). Smiling brightly, Lydia held up a bottle of sun-screen, causing Stiles (and Jackson) to marginally relax.

"You are way too pale to be out in the sun without regularly refreshing."

And before Stiles had a chance to say anything, Lydia was already squeezing sun-screen on her hand. She made direct eye-contact with Jackson as she started rubbing it onto Stiles' back. Slow, sensual, more of a gentle, loving caress than anything. Jackson ground his teeth so hard together, he feared they'd crack when she let her spread hands wander over Stiles' shoulders, down his chest. Accidentally gracing his nipples in the process, causing the smallest noise from Stiles and a sweet, mouth-watering spike in arousal to his scent. Fuck her.

"Lydia, while you're at it, would you do my back too?" Allison asked.

And like that, the moment was broken, thankfully enough. But Jackson still couldn't shake the image from his head, the way her hands had looked against his pale skin and fuck, she knew what that skin did to him. He'd loved leaving hickeys and marks even before he became a werewolf, but now there was an instinctive need to mark what was his. And Stilinski's skin? Was begging to be marked up. Jackson huffed annoyed as he returned his attention to his cards, not even paying any mind to Lydia's hands on Allison and what the fuck, that should be the turn-on here, damn it.

/break\

Lydia slowly lowered her sunglasses with a displeased glare on her face. Stiles was sitting on Boyd's shoulders, Boyd's hands on Stiles' calves as the two went head to head against Derek and Erica (it was cute that their Alpha was engaging in play with his pack though). But she absolutely did not approve of those two having their hands on what was clearly hers. She reached out for Jackson next to her and slapped him on the chest.

"What," he grunted flatly and sat up with a glare, having dozed in the sun.

"I'm telling you that we will have to act fast to claim what's ours," Lydia narrowed her eyes as she watched Erica playfully push Stiles. "These two are all over him."

"What," Jackson frowned and turned to watch the pool too.

"They've had that 'special bond' ever since they escaped Argent's basement together," Lydia pursed her lips, a deep fire in her belly at the thought of what that man had done to Stiles.

Jackson next to her also growled, which pleased her. Oh, she knew he was damn smitten with Stiles. He was just too emotionally constipated to admit that he had accidentally grown attached and started liking Stiles. Well, she was going to make him admit it, whether he wanted to or not.

Stiles and Erica got off Derek and Boyd's shoulders, with her wrapping her arms around Stiles and dunking him until he was wiggling around wildly, Boyd joining in on the fun, all three laughing.

"Jackson, we have to act before they snatch him away," Lydia declared fiercely.

/break\

"There you are! You could be the tie-breakers! C'mere!"

Jackson frowned as Stiles demanded them to sit down. Him and Lydia had just come to breakfast, the rest of the pack already gathered around their usual table. By the looks of it, Scott, Allison and Stiles were arguing with Erica, Boyd and Isaac about something. Derek sat with his arms crossed and a clear 'not getting involved in this' look on his face. Danny had a similar, but kinder, expression on his face. When Danny noticed them, he waved amused.

"So, when Stiles woke up this morning, he was struck by the idea that, when we go on land today, we should go on the offered hike," Danny explained. "He's been talking about nothing since. Allison is on board, because it's supposed to be a romantic destination, Scott is on board, because I have yet to see him disagree with Stiles and Allison on anything – don't pout, Scott, you know I'm right. But Erica, Boyd and Isaac are already locked into surfing."

"Surfing!" Isaac repeated with emphasis. "C'mon, we live in the middle of the woods with mountains surrounding us, how often do we get the chance to go surf?"

"Yeah," Erica agreed with a glare. "Meanwhile, our glorious Alpha makes us go hiking like once a week. I am not climbing a mountain on my day off."

"Being a werewolf is not your job, Erica, it's who you are," Derek scolded.

Erica rolled her eyes, but Boyd was quick to wrap an arm around his mate to distract her and stop her from arguing with their Alpha. She grinned at him flirtatiously and leaned in for a kiss and yup, that was it, no arguing with Derek. Jackson rolled his eyes and sat down next to Danny.

"And you don't have an opinion?" Lydia asked, taking the seat between Jackson and Allison.

"Not really, I get to go surfing every summer when we visit family in Kaua'i," Danny shrugged. "And the weekly hikes aren't mandatory for the human pack members, so the hiking doesn't bother me either. I'd be fine with both options. So, you're the tie-breakers."

"Surfing, Jacks," Erica raised her eyebrows. "Surfing. We could make it a competition. You could beat Scott's ass. Plus, we could play beach volleyball there too."

"No—o, shut up," Stiles pressed a hand to Erica's mouth and pushed himself between her and Jackson. "Hiking. Like Ally said, it's romantic, you two could be all lovey-dovey, whatever."

"Why do you want to go on a romantic hike, Stilinski."

Jackson raised one judgmental eyebrow and Stiles flustered a little. "Not for the romance. That's just her angle. I've been doing research on the island and there's really magically potential plants growing on that mountain and I want to get some samples."

Right, because Stiles was magic. A Spark, as they'd discovered when containing the kanima during the rave. Or so Jackson had been told afterward. He was training with Deaton to become the Hale Pack's Emissary and he was devouring everything he could learn about magic.

"Hiking, Stiles," Lydia said it with so much disdain in her voice.

Stiles groaned and tilted his head back. "What do I have to do to convince you? Because I am not above begging and groveling."

"Oh, I would love to see you beg," Lydia's eyes sparkled wickedly.

Jackson gave her the nastiest glare, but the implication was fully lost on Stiles, who just turned to her and Jackson with the ridiculously largest, big brown eyes possible, perfectly copying a cat that wanted their share of dinner. Jackson swallowed hard at the look.

"Please, please, please," Stiles pleaded, lip quivering. "Ple—ease, I wanna go so badly, I'd do anything, just say yes? For me? You know you can't resist me."

Jackson bit his cheek hard, hating that even though Stiles said it in jest, in this moment that was fully true. Fuck. Lydia offered him the smuggest smirk as she saw his resolve crumble. Double fuck. She was playing him like a fiddle, he hated when she did that.

"Fine," Jackson ground out. "Whatever. Let's go on this stupid hike."

Lydia also nodded. He startled when Stiles actually launched himself at them and hugged him. What the fuck. Flustered, Jackson returned the hug awkwardly. Lydia looked even more smug.

/break\

Stiles still wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up in this situation. They'd gone onto the hike, the whole pack, though Stiles also still wasn't sure how he had convinced Lydia and Jackson to agree but he was absolutely not looking a gift horse in the mouth. He'd brought printed out pictures of the plants he was looking for and distributed them to his pack-mates so they could help looking. They were the ones reaping the benefits of his werewolf-healing potions, after all, so actually why did he even have to convince them to begin with? Ungrateful puppies.

Anyway. Hiking. Searching for plants. Stiles found a rare breed of wolfsbane that he had not even expected they would find, so he had eagerly climbed up the cliff to pick it so he could take it home with him to plant the seeds in his garden (because he had a garden, behind the rebuilt Hale House, for all his magical herbs and the wolfsbane he grew to make antidotes for the puppies). And then the cliff gave in and he was rolling down the hill, past his startled and panicked pack.

By the time the wolves reached him, his ankle was throbbing and when he started getting up, he nearly went down again, if not for the firm hand on his arm. Jackson had glared at him, hand tight and black veins running up them as he took away Stiles' pain. Which was already startling enough, but then Jackson bent down and picked him up, one arm curled around Stiles' back, the other reaching under his knees and lifting him up bridal style.

So that was the situation Stiles found himself in that he couldn't quite explain how it had happened. He knew all the things that led up to it but the end result still didn't make sense. Why would Jackson pick him up to carry him? Much less bridal style? If any situation required Jackson to carry him, Stiles would fully expect to be thrown over the other boy's shoulder like the most annoying sack of potatoes in existence. He stared dumbly up at Jackson, who was still taking his pain.

"Okay," Derek heaved a sigh. "Time to wrap it up."

"What, no," Stiles' head whipped around to stare at the Alpha. "No! We didn't even get half the stuff on my list, we are not leaving until we have everything."

Which was when he noticed that even during his tumble, he hadn't let go of the wolfsbane plant. When he looked down at it, so did the others. This was important to him. His magic was the only way he could really contribute to the pack. Sure, he did research together with Lydia, but research happened before the fight. During a fight? He was pretty much useless. Lydia's Banshee powers and Allison's overall huntress badassery made them assets. Stiles, most of the time, felt like the squishy human that the others had to worry about. His magic made him useful.

"Stiles," Scott honestly whined, looking at him like a kicked puppy.

But before Stiles could launch into a passionate argument, Jackson spoke up. "You guys gather the rest of the stuff, I'll bring Stilinski back to the ship."

And what. Okay, so, when Stiles had tumbled down the mountainside, had he accidentally stumbled into a parallel universe where Jackson Whittemore cared about him? His heart jumped at that thought. Oh no. No, no, no, Jackson was absolutely not allowed to care about him, that made things so much simply. Because Stiles was fully okay being sexually attracted to the douche but he could not afford to get emotionally attached to Jackson! He was still in love with Lydia, how the fuck was he supposed to keep going if he started developing actual feelings for Lydia's boyfriend, it was already hard enough to be sexually attracted to the ridiculously hot couple.

"I'll take care of his injury," Lydia heaved a sigh. "Do this, before he tries to crawl off and find the plants himself and gets himself further injured. You know how stubborn he is."

Which was the last argument the pack needed to be swayed, because Lydia and Stiles were their medical experts, after Scott whose vet work made him their prime medic. But over the past months, both Lydia and Stiles had learned a lot from him and Deaton, so the two could take care of the werewolves when they were injured, because as great as Scotty was, he was useless when he himself was knocked out and injured. They needed more expertise.

Stiles was busy staring at Jackson and Lydia confused and wary while he was being carried back to the ship. Usually, when it was 'take care of Stiles' time, Scott was the only volunteer. No. That was unfair. It just, it used to be just Scott, before they all became pack and in the earliest stages of them all being a pack. But if he thought about it, during various injuries or emotionally painful moments, he'd had each member of his pack take care of him.

He remembered sitting at his mother's grave on the anniversary of her death with Isaac and Allison as a quiet companions. When he had bad nightmares about the Argent basement, he knew to find Boyd and Erica in the Hale House and he knew he was allowed to crawl into their bed and the three would just hold each other. Stiles hated seeing his dad drink and when, during the whole darach investigation, the sheriff had gotten black-out drunk again, Stiles had gone to Lydia and found her, Danny and Jackson there and the three didn't even ask questions, they just provided emotional support and distraction and they played video games until Stiles fell asleep against Danny's shoulder. When Stiles had told his dad the truth about the supernatural, Derek had been there as support and to explain everything to the sheriff.

Still. It meant… more, when it were Jackson and Lydia, it was different. It was different because he had been in love with Lydia for so many years and he had actively tried not to develop feelings for Jackson for just as many years. Though ever since he'd come to terms with his bisexuality, it became harder. After all, Jackson was his type. He liked them gorgeous, wa—ay out of his league and treating him kind of badly. He'd done the inventory on that one, on how much he loved Lydia despite the way she hadn't even known he existed and even after that, still looked at him like he was something weird that had broken into her life. He so had a degradation kink.

"Wait," Stiles blinked as they entered a room that was not his and Danny's. "You walked to the wrong room, Jackson, this is yours, not mine."

Jackson grunted and just dumped Stiles on the bed the bed that was Jackson and Lydia's. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" Stiles sighed frustrated and tried to get up. "My medical stuff is in my room."

Jackson rested a hand on Stiles' shoulder, forcibly pinning him to the spot. "You can't even get up. You're not walking to your room. You're staying here. Lydia is getting the supplies."

At which point Stiles noted the lack of Lydia. "But she wouldn't have to get them if I were in my-"

Jackson growled, a low warning sound. Stiles needed to stop being turned on by being threatened. He flushed, very much aware of how Jackson kept him pinned. Stop being turned on by this, Stiles. That was a werewolf, he was going to smell it. As if on cue, Jackson's nostrils flared and his eyes flashed blue. Which only turned Stiles on even more.

"Stay. Put," Jackson growled in warning.

And oh god why did Stiles actually listen to that? A mix of the pain and the embarrassment, that must be it. Flustered, Stiles tried to relax. He startled when Jackson opened Stiles' shoes and removed them, very careful and gentle with Stiles' hurt one. He peeled the sock off that foot and then checked it, pressing the pads of his fingers on the slowly swelling ankle, retreating when Stiles whimpered. Damn it. With a groan did Stiles collapse backward onto the bed. Jackson took his pain again, his touch gentle, his thumb running soothing little circles on Stiles' calves.

"You really brought a bit of everything, didn't you?"

Lydia entered the room, huffing as she carried his large duffle bag in. Jackson got off the bed to pick it up and carry it all the way to the bed, sitting it down next to Stiles.

"We are literally the unluckiest people on this planet," Stiles replied flatly. "Yes. Yes, I brought a bit of everything, prepared for any kind of supernatural attack on us."

Lydia huffed but didn't comment, knowing Stiles was right. She started rummaging through the duffle on the search for something with healing properties. If Stiles didn't feel all floaty from the pain-drain, he would be helping her, but the bed was very comfy and Jackson's touch was nice. Maybe he didn't have as much of a degradation kink as he thought because he found himself really, really happy right now, with kindness and gentleness and feeling taken care of.

"Ah!" Lydia made a triumphant sound as she produced the right bottle.

Stiles set up, fully ready to accept the bottle from her and put the balm on his ankle himself, but she just walked around him to sit down at the foot-end of the bed and do it for him and okay okay okay. He absolutely did fall through a rabbit hole into a parallel universe.

"There," Lydia said pleased as she wrapped the ankle. "Keep that elevated, in a few hours it should feel better. But you really do need to watch out for yourself better. You gave us a scare."

She glared fiercely at him, chastising him. Stiles ducked his head flustered. What was happening here and how did he make it either stop or continue forever, damn he didn't even know himself. When he attempted to get up – to get to his room to do the resting and elevating – the couple just caught him from either side, grabbing each of his shoulders to force him back down onto the bed and okay yeah no this should most definitely absolutely not turn him on. He flushed embarrassed as he just let them pin him to the bed and no, bad Stiles, stop thinking into that direction, that direction laid embarrassing boners that he did not want to have to explain and why was Lydia opening his pants how oh had he actually died during the fall and gone to heaven? No. Wherever he was going to go after death was definitely not heaven. A squeak escaped him.

"Lydia," Stiles said with as much emphasis as humanly possible.

"You're not going to sleep in your jeans, Stiles," Lydia gave him a look.

"I'm not going to sleep in your bed!" Stiles threw his hands up, then turned to Jackson. "Jacks, do something, your girlfriend has officially lost her mind!"

Jackson just frowned at him, eyes slowly wandering over Stiles. "She says that technically she's still your girlfriend too since you two never broke up, so, your problem, Stilinski."

Okay, Stiles's brain has officially stopped working. His head snapped over to stare at Lydia, demanding an explanation or a laugh at Jackson's stupid joke but nothing came. She just pulled his jeans off and then folded it and put it aside before heading to the closet and dear lord Lydia Martin was getting undressed. Another squeak, as Stiles turned to look anywhere but at her, even though at that point it was already too late and the dress already hit the floor and he had seen her in the green lace panties and heaven was really testing him today, what was going on.

"How are you not ripping out my throat with your teeth yet?" Stiles asked, looking at Jackson.

And then Jackson was getting undressed, just shrugging off his jeans and pulling off his shirt, leaving him only in boxers. This was how approximately 80% of his wet dreams started these days why was this happening what was going on here, did he maybe have a concussion?

It got more confusing when Jackson returned to the bed and laid down next to Stiles, just… wrapping an arm around Stiles' waist to pull him up against Jackson until Stiles' head was resting on that very firm, very smooth, very comfortable chest that he had absolutely never thought about licking, no sir. Stiles laid stiff as a board, no clue how to handle the nearly naked, hot jock beneath him who was willingly cuddling with Stiles, while he could hear Lydia humming cheerfully in the bathroom as she got ready for bed.

"Lyd is right," Jackson muttered. "You did give us a scare earlier."

He brushed his chin over Stiles' head, his hand running up and down Stiles' ribs. Scent-marking him. And oh. Okay, okay, okay. Stiles could understand pack-behavior. Right. He had scared his werewolf pack-mate and now instincts made Jackson want to make sure Stiles was alright. Yeah. He remembered nearly dying a few weeks ago after an attack and having a constant puppy guard for two weeks, at least two werewolves sitting at his bedside at all times.

"Look at my boys," Lydia sounded pleased. "Aren't you a pretty picture like this?"

Before Stiles could react, there was a flash. When he looked up, Lydia was holding her phone, a very satisfied look on her face and no, he had no idea what to make of this. Then, she rounded the bed to lay down on Stiles' other side and holy hell pressed up against him from behind, honest to god spooning Stiles. His eyes went to Jackson right away, expecting protests. The wolf just looked completely content, now that his mate was in bed with them.

"Yeah, you two are so going to explain whatever this is tomorrow," Stiles grunted.

"Good night, Stiles," Lydia chimed, kissing him on the cheek.

For now, Stiles was just giving up. He was tired, he was hurt, his ankle ached and the two people he was in love with – no, damn it, no loving Jackson, stop that – were cuddling him.

/break\

Stiles woke up still the filling in a Jackson-Lydia sandwich and he found himself really enjoying this. Jackson had his nose buried in Stiles' hair and Lydia was hugging him tightly from behind. Yawning, he stretched some, accidentally straightening his feet in the process which caused pain to shoot through him. He whimpered and curled together, waking both his bed-mates.

"Which part of resting it do you not understand, Stilinski?" Jackson growled annoyed.

Yet even as he growled he was leeching off Stiles' pain. So confusing. Lydia went to get more balm and reapply it to his ankle. Stiles watched them warily. He wasn't an idiot. On anyone else, he knew what this would look like. But these were Jackson and Lydia, and him, so it couldn't be.

"What's happening here," Stiles demanded after a moment. "And don't bullshit me. You cuddled me last night! Heck, you brought me to your bed. This isn't. I don't."

"As Jackson said, you are technically still my boyfriend, we never broke up," Lydia smiled brightly at him. "So I have decided that you should continue being my boyfriend. Because you were a good boyfriend, Stiles. And I also decided you should be Jackson's boyfriend. You should be ours."

Those sure were words and sentences. Stiles blinked, warily looking at Jackson. Waiting for a laugh or a sneer or a growl or anything at all. Instead, Jackson just went back to running his hand over Stiles' ribs in that very soothing and comforting manner that Stiles was quickly getting attached to.

"Jackson," Stiles grunted, poking the wolf in the ribs. "You forgot to protect."

"Oh, sure. You try arguing with Lydia," Jackson snorted. "When she wants something, she gets it."

That did tick Stiles off though. He ground his teeth and sat up, actually shaking the wolf off.

"Right," Stiles couldn't help but sound bitter. "That's every guy's dream. My first boyfriend got together with me because his girlfriend insisted on it. I'm not something that Lydia can demand."

Jackson frowned, clearly annoyed, and there it was. Now, he was finally going to argue with her.

"You're really going to make me say it, Stilinski?" Jackson growled annoyed. "Fine. I like you. I've always been into cute twinks, but I actually… like your personality… I care about you. There."

What. That was not… What. Stiles blinked again, until Jackson kissed him, fiercely, and okay. As soon as Jackson eased off of him did Lydia grab him and pull him into a kiss and, okay. Okay.

"Wait did you just call me a twink," Stiles protested, glaring at Jackson.

"Lay down and rest, Stilinski," Jackson sighed, pulling him down again.

Lydia went back to spooning him. So. Maybe he now had a girlfriend and a boyfriend? Damn.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Oh this was FULLY supposed to be a PWP but then accidental pining and stuff happened and due to the fact that I have to write a total of 31 fics for this month long event, I decided to cut it off with the comfort and getting together because hurt ankle sex didn't sound too fun. I am, however, considering a smutty smutty sequel ;)